We took the bullet train from Sanyaa to Haikou. We went to get a taxi, and this cabbie damn near runs me over! I shielded the impact with the bag that had our computer and camera in it, and jumped back diagonally. It left quite a mark. He gets out and accuses me of hitting his car on purpose! I offered him 40 yaun to get lost, and that just made him angry, We tried to get another cab, but nobody would take us. My wife called the police, and a traffic unit arrived very quickly.
The traffic police were unable to resolve the situation. (All the while, a growing crowd of "locals" kept muttering about how Americans can get away with anything!) A Municipal Administrative Unit arrived, and "invited" us all down to the precinct house.
We cooled our heels for two hours, and the owner of the cab company showed up to personally drive us to our hotel. He apologized about the whole mess, and could not have been nicer. I wish I could show you the photos of the crowd, the cabby, and all the colorful people I met at the precinct house, but they were all deleted at our hosts's request.
Anyhow, these photos are of this great Muslim restaraunt Missus' siblings took us to after the ordeal. Food, beer, tea and good company. -Back to normal!
This is a different restaraunt. We did a lot of dining.